you should be thankful and your carelessness, it is something awful. No I can't just let you go and though your father's name is known, your decisions now are yours
Well you say that I treat you Like a book on a shelf I don't take you out that often Cause I know that I've completed you And that's why you are here
Our love is dead but without limit, like the surface of the moon, or the land between here and the mountains. Well it is not these hiding places that